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Probability and Statistics by Example: I
Probability and statistics are as much about intuition and problem solving as they
are about theorem proving. Consequently, students can find it very difficult to
make a successful transition from lectures, to examinations, to practice because the
problems involved can vary so much in nature. Since the subject is critical in so
many applications, from insurance, to telecommunications, to bioinformatics, the
authors have collected more than 200 worked examples and examination questions
with complete solutions to help students develop a deep understanding of the
subject rather than a superficial knowledge of sophisticated theories. With amusing
stories and historical asides sprinkled throughout, this enjoyable book will leave
students better equipped to solve problems in practice and under exam conditions.
Probability and Statistics
by Example: I
Basic Probability and Statistics
Second Edition
Yuri Suhov
University of Cambridge, and Universidade de São Paulo
Mark Kelbert
Swansea University, and Universidade de São Paulo
University Printing House, Cambridge CB2 8BS, United Kingdom
www.cambridge.org
Information on this title: www.cambridge.org/9781107603585
First edition © Cambridge University Press 2005
Second edition © Yuri Suhov and Mark Kelbert 2014
This publication is in copyright. Subject to statutory exception
and to the provisions of relevant collective licensing agreements,
no reproduction of any part may take place without the written
permission of Cambridge University Press.
First published 2005
Reprinted with corrections 2007
Second edition 2014
Printed in the United Kingdom by Clays, St Ives plc
A catalogue record for this publication is available from the British Library
ISBN 978-1-107-60358-5 Paperback
Cambridge University Press has no responsibility for the persistence or accuracy of
URLs for external or third-party internet websites referred to in this publication,
and does not guarantee that any content on such websites is, or will remain,
accurate or appropriate.
Contents
v
vi Contents
The original motivation for writing this book was rather personal. The first
author, in the course of his teaching career in the Department of Pure Math-
ematics and Mathematical Statistics (DPMMS), University of Cambridge,
and St John’s College, Cambridge, had many painful experiences when good
(or even brilliant) students, who were interested in the subject of mathemat-
ics and its applications and who performed well during their first academic
year, stumbled or nearly failed in the exams. This led to great frustration,
which was very hard to overcome in subsequent undergraduate years. A con-
scientious tutor is always sympathetic to such misfortunes, but even pointing
out a student’s obvious weaknesses (if any) does not always help. For the
second author, such experiences were as a parent of a Cambridge University
student rather than as a teacher.
We therefore felt that a monograph focusing on Cambridge University
mathematics examination questions would be beneficial for a number of
students. Given our own research and teaching backgrounds, it was natural
for us to select probability and statistics as the overall topic. The obvious
starting point was the first-year course in probability and the second-year
course in statistics. In order to cover other courses, several further volumes
will be needed; for better or worse, we have decided to embark on such a
project.
Thus our essential aim is to present the Cambridge University probability
and statistics courses by means of examination (and examination-related)
questions that have been set over a number of past years. Of course,
Cambridge University examinations have never been easy. On the basis
of examination results, candidates are divided into classes: first, second
(divided into two categories: 2.1 and 2.2) and third; a small number of
candidates fail. (In fact, a more detailed list ranking all the candidates
in order is produced, but not publicly disclosed.) The examinations are
vii
viii Preface
(and are able to digest) enough information about and insight into the level
and style of the Tripos questions, they will have a much better chance of
performing to the best of their abilities. At present, owing to great pressures
on time and energy, most of them are not in a position to do so, and much
is left to chance. We will be glad if this book helps to change this situation
by alleviating pre-examination nerves and by stripping Tripos examinations
of some of their mystery, at least in respect of the subjects treated here.
Thus, the first reason for this book was a desire to make life easier for the
students. However, in the course of working on the text, a second motiva-
tion emerged, which we feel is of considerable professional interest to anyone
teaching courses in probability and statistics. In 1991–2 there was a major
change in Cambridge University to the whole approach to probabilistic and
statistical courses. The most notable aspect of the new approach was that
the IA Probability course and the IB Statistics course were redesigned to
appeal to a wide audience (200 first-year students in the case of IA Proba-
bility and nearly the same number of the second-year students in the case
of IB Statistics). For a large number of students, these are the only courses
from the whole of probability and statistics that they attend during their
undergraduate years. Since more and more graduates in the modern world
have to deal with theoretical and (especially) applied problems of a proba-
bilistic or statistical nature, it is important that these courses generate and
maintain a strong and wide appeal. The main goal shifted, moving from
an academic introduction to the subject towards a more methodological
approach which equips students with the tools needed to solve reasonable
practical and theoretical questions in a ‘real life’ situation.
Consequently, the emphasis in IA Probability moved further away from
sigma-algebras, Lebesgue and Stieltjes integration and characteristic func-
tions to a direct analysis of various models, both discrete and continuous,
with the aim of preparing students both for future problems and for future
courses (in particular, Part IB Statistics and Part IB/II Markov chains). In
turn, in IB Statistics the focus shifted towards the most popular practical
applications of estimators, hypothesis testing and regression. The princi-
pal determination of examination performance in both IA Probability and
IB Statistics became students’ ability to choose and analyse the right model
and accurately perform a reasonable amount of calculation rather than their
ability to solve theoretical problems.
Certainly such changes (and parallel developments in other courses) were
not always unanimously popular among the Cambridge University Faculty
of Mathematics, and provoked considerable debate at times. However, the
student community was in general very much in favour of the new approach,
x Preface
various pieces of theory are always presented with a view to the rôle they
play in examination questions.
A special word should be said about solutions in this book. In part, we
use students’ solutions or our own solutions (in a few cases solutions are
reduced to short answers or hints). However, a number of the so-called ex-
aminers’ model solutions have also been used; these were originally set by
the corresponding examiners and often altered by relevant lecturers and co-
examiners. (A curious observation by many examiners is that, regardless of
how perfect their model solutions are, it is rare that any of the candidates
follow them.) Here, we aimed to present all solutions in a unified style; we
also tried to correct mistakes occurring in these solutions. We should pay
the highest credit to all past and present members of the DPMMS who con-
tributed to the painstaking process of supplying model solutions to Tripos
problems in IA Probability and IB Statistics: in our view their efforts defi-
nitely deserve the deepest appreciation, and this book should be considered
as a tribute to their individual and collective work.
On the other hand, our experience shows that, curiously, students very
rarely follow the ideas of model solutions proposed by lecturers, supervisors
and examiners, however impeccable and elegant these solutions may be.
Furthermore, students understand each other much more quickly than they
understand their mentors. For that reason we tried to preserve whenever
possible the style of students’ solutions throughout the whole book.
Informal digressions scattered across the text have been in part borrowed
from [38], [60], [68], the St Andrew’s University website www-history.mcs.st-
andrews.ac.uk/history/ and the University of Massachusetts website
www.umass.edu/wsp/statistics/tales/. Conversations with H. Daniels, D.G.
Kendall and C.R. Rao also provided a few subjects. However, a num-
ber of stories are just part of folklore (most of them are accessible
through the Internet); any mistakes are our own responsibility. Pho-
tographs and portraits of many of the characters mentioned in this book
are available on the University of York website www.york.ac.uk/depts/
maths/histstat/people/ and (with biographies) on http://members.aol.com/
jayKplanr/images.htm.
The advent of the World Wide Web also had another visible impact: a pro-
liferation of humour. We confess that much of the time we enjoyed browsing
(quite numerous) websites advertising jokes and amusing quotations; conse-
quently we decided to use some of them in this book. We apologise to the
authors of these jokes for not quoting them (and sometimes changing the
sense of sentences).
Throughout the process of working on this book we have felt both the
support and the criticism (sometimes quite sharp) of numerous members
Preface xiii
BASIC PROBABILITY
1
Discrete outcomes
In this section we use the simplest (and historically the earliest) probabilis-
tic model where there are a finite number m of possibilities (often called
outcomes) and each of them has the same probability 1/m. A collection A
of k outcomes with k ≤ m is called an event and its probability P(A) is
calculated as k/m:
the number of outcomes in A
P(A) = . (1.1.1)
the total number of outcomes
An empty collection has probability zero and the whole collection one. This
scheme looks deceptively simple: in reality, calculating the number of out-
comes in a given event (or indeed, the total number of outcomes) may be
tricky.
Worked Example 1.1.1 You and I play a coin-tossing game: if the coin
falls heads I score one, if tails you score one. In the beginning, the score is
zero. (i) What is the probability that after 2n throws our scores are equal?
(ii) What is the probability that after 2n + 1 throws my score is three more
than yours?
HHH . . . H, T HH . . . H, . . . , T T T . . . T
3
4 Discrete outcomes
Solution The sentence ‘Two players are chosen at random’ is crucial. For
instance, one may think that the choice has been made after the tournament
when all results are known. Then there are 2n−1 pairs of players meeting in
the first round, 2n−2 in the second round, two in the semi-final, one in the
final and 2n−1 + 2n−2 + · · · + 2 + 1 = 2n− 1 in
all rounds.
2n
The total number of player pairs is = 2n−1 (2n − 1). Hence the
2
answers:
2n−1 + 2n−2 3 3
(i) = , (ii) ,
2n−1 (2 − 1)
n 2(2 − 1)
n 2n−1 (2n − 1)
and
2n−1 (2n − 1) − (2n − 1) 1
(iii) = 1 − n−1 .
2n−1 (2n − 1) 2
(i) What is the probability that two (at least) have the same birthday?
Calculate the probability for n = 22 and 23.
(ii) What is the probability that at least one has the same birthday as you?
What value of n makes it close to 1/2?
1.1 A uniform distribution 5
Solution The total number of outcomes is 365n . In (i), the number of out-
comes not in the event is 365 × 364
× · · · × (365 − n + 1). So, the
probability
that all birthdays are distinct is 365 × 364 × · · · × (365 − n + 1) 365n and
that two or more people have the same birthday
365 × 364 × · · · × (365 − n + 1)
1− .
365n
For n = 22:
365 364 344
1− × × ··· × = 0.4927,
365 365 365
and for n = 23:
365 364 343
1− × × ··· × = 0.5243.
365 365 365
In (ii), the number of outcomes not in the event is 364n and the probability
in question 1 − (364/365)n . We want it to be near 1/2, so
364 n 1 1
≈ , i.e. n ≈ − ≈ 252.61.
365 2 log2 (364/365)
Worked Example 1.1.4 Mary tosses n + 1 coins and John tosses n coins.
What is the probability that Mary gets more heads than John?
Solution We must assume that all coins are unbiased (as it was not spec-
ified otherwise). Mary has 2n+1 outcomes (all possible sequences of heads
and tails) and John 2n ; jointly 22n+1 outcomes that are equally likely. Let
HM and TM be the number of Mary’s heads and tails and HJ and TJ
John’s, then HM + TM = n + 1 and HJ + TJ = n. The events {HM > HJ }
and {TM > TJ } have the same number of outcomes, thus P(HM > HJ ) =
P(TM > TJ ).
On the other hand, HM > HJ if and only if n − HM < n − HJ , i.e.
TM − 1 < TJ or TM ≤ TJ . So event HM > HJ is the same as TM ≤ TJ , and
P(TM ≤ TJ ) = P(HM > HJ ).
But for any (joint) outcome, either TM > TJ or TM ≤ TJ , i.e. the number
of outcomes in {TM > TJ } equals 22n+1 minus that in {TM ≤ TJ }. Therefore,
P(TM > TJ ) = 1 − P(TM ≤ TJ ). To summarise:
P(HM > HJ ) = P(TM > TJ ) = 1 − P(TM ≤ TJ ) = 1 − P(HM > HJ ),
whence P(HM > HJ ) = 1/2.
Solution Suppose that the final toss belongs to Mary. Let x be the prob-
ability that Mary’s number of heads equals John’s number of heads just
6 Discrete outcomes
before the final toss. By the symmetry, the probability that Mary’s number
of heads exceeds that of John just before the final toss is (1 − x)/2. This
implies that the Mary’s number of heads exceeds that of John by the end of
the game equals (1 − x)/2 + x/2 = 1/2.
Solution By the end of the game Mary has either more heads or more tails
than John because she has more tosses. These two cases exclude each other.
Hence, the probability of each case is 1/2 by the symmetry argument.
Worked Example 1.1.5 You throw 6n six-sided dice at random. Show
that the probability that each number appears exactly n times is
(6n)! 1 6n
.
(n!)6 6
Solution There are 66n outcomes in total (six for each die), each has prob-
ability 1/66n . We want n dice to show one dot, n two, and so forth. The
number of such outcomes is counted by fixing first which dice show one:
(6n)! [n!(5n)!].
Given n dice showing one, we fix which remaining dice show
two: (5n)! [n!(4n)!], etc. The total number of desired outcomes is the prod-
uct that equals (6n)!(n!)6 . This gives the answer.
In many problems, it is crucial to be able to spot recursive equations
relating the cardinality of various events. For example, for the number fn
of ways of tossing a coin n times so that successive tails never appear:
fn = fn−1 + fn−2 , n ≥ 3 (a Fibonacci equation).
Worked Example 1.1.6 (i) Determine the number gn of ways of tossing
a coin n times so that the combination HT never appears. (ii) Show that
fn = fn−1 + fn−2 + fn−3 , n ≥ 3, is the equation for the number of ways of
tossing a coin n times so that three successive heads never appear.
Clockwork Omega
(From the series ‘Movies that never made it to the Big Screen’.)
From now on we adopt a more general setting: our outcomes do not neces-
sarily have equal probabilities p1 , . . . , pm , with pi > 0 and p1 + · · · + pm = 1.
As before, an event A is a collection of outcomes (possibly empty); the
probability P(A) of event A is now given by
(P(A) = 0 for A = ∅.) Here and below, I stands for the indicator function,
viz.:
1, if i ∈ A,
I(i ∈ A) =
0, otherwise.
The probability of the total set of outcomes is 1. The total set of outcomes
is also called the whole, or full, event and is often denoted by Ω, so P(Ω) = 1.
An outcome is often denoted by ω, and if p(ω) is its probability, then
The point is that often it is conditional probabilities that are given, and
we are required to find unconditional ones; also, the formula of complete
probability is useful to clarify the nature of (unconditional) probability P(A).
Despite its simple character, this formula is an extremely powerful tool in
literally all areas dealing with probabilities. In particular, a large portion of
the theory of Markov chains is based on its skilful application.
Representing P(A) in the form of the right-hand side (RHS) of (1.2.6) is
called conditioning (on the collection of events B1 , . . . , Bn ).
Another formula is the Bayes formula (or Bayes’ Theorem) named after
T. Bayes (1702–1761), an English mathematician and cleric. It states that
under the same assumptions as above, if in addition P(A) > 0, then the
conditional probability P(Bi |A) can be expressed in terms of probabilities
P(B1 ), . . . , P(Bn ) and conditional probabilities P(A|B1 ), . . . , P(A|Bn ) as
P(A|Bi )P(Bi )
P(Bi |A) = . (1.2.7)
P(A|Bj )P(Bj )
1≤j≤n
1.2 Conditional probabilities 11
The proof is the direct application of the definition and the formula of com-
plete probability:
P(A ∩ Bi )
P(Bi |A) = , P(A ∩ Bi ) = P(A|Bi )P(Bi )
P(A)
and
Solution Let the number of mice in the litter be n. We use the notation
P(2) = P(two white chosen) and P(0) = P(no white chosen). Then
n−2 n
P(2) = .
2 4
n−2n−3n−4n−5 (n − 4)(n − 5)
P(0) = = .
n n−1n−2n−3 n(n − 1)
12 (n − 4)(n − 5)
=2 ,
n(n − 1) n(n − 1)
we get n = (9 ± 5) 2; n = 2 is discarded as n ≥ 6 (otherwise the second
probability is 0). Hence, n = 7.
Worked Example 1.2.2 Lord Vile drinks his whisky randomly, and the
probability that, on a given day, he has n glasses equals e −1 n!, n = 0, 1, . . ..
Yesterday his wife Lady Vile, his son Liddell and his butler decided to murder
him. If he had no whisky that day, Lady Vile was to kill him; if he had
exactly one glass, the task would fall to Liddell, otherwise the butler would
do it. Lady Vile is twice as likely to poison as to strangle, the butler twice as
likely to strangle as to poison, and Liddell just as likely to use either method.
Despite their efforts, Lord Vile is not guaranteed to die from any of their
attempts, though he is three times as likely to succumb to strangulation as
to poisoning.
Today Lord Vile is dead. What is the probability that the butler did it?
1
P(drinks no whisky) = P(drinks one glass) = ,
e
2
P(drinks two glasses or more) = 1 − .
e
Next,
1 2
P(strangle | Lady V) = , P(poison | Lady V) = ,
3 3
2 1
P(strangle | butler) = , P(poison | butler) =
3 3
and
1
P(strangle | Liddell) = P(poison | Liddell) = .
2
1.2 Conditional probabilities 13
Solution Let A be the event in the question: the first phone tried did not
work and the second worked twice. Clearly,
P(A|1st reliable) = 0,
P(A|2nd reliable) = P(1st never works | 2nd reliable)
1
+ × P(1st works half-time | 2nd reliable)
2
1 1 1 3
= + × = ,
2 2 2 4
and the probability P(A|3rd reliable) equals
1 1 1
× × P(2nd works half-time | 3rd reliable) = .
2 2 8
The required probability P(2nd reliable) is then
1/3 × 3/4 6
= .
1/3 × (0 + 3/4 + 1/8) 7
Solution Set
A1 = {Labour chosen}, A2 = {Tory chosen},
B = {the member chosen voted twice in the same way}.
We have P(A1 ) = p, P(A2 ) = 1 − p, P(B|A1 ) = 1, P(B|A2 ) = 1 − r. We want
to calculate
P(A1 ∩ B) P(A1 )P(B|A1 )
P(A1 |B) = =
P(B) P(B)
and P(A2 |B) = 1 − P(A1 |B). Write
P(B) = P(A1 )P(B|A1 ) + P(A2 )P(B|A2 ) = p · 1 + (1 − p)(1 − r).
Then
p (1 − r)(1 − p)
P(A1 |B) = , P(A2 |B) = ,
p + (1 − r)(1 − p) p + (1 − r)(1 − p)
and the answer is given by
p + (1 − r)2 (1 − p)
P the member will vote in the same wayB = .
p + (1 − r)(1 − p)
Worked Example 1.2.5 The Polya urn model is as follows. We start with
an urn which contains one white ball and one black ball. At each second we
choose a ball at random from the urn and replace it together with one more
ball of the same colour. Calculate the probability that when n balls are in
the urn, i of them are white.
and
Pn (two white balls) = 12 , n = 3.
Make the induction hypothesis
1
Pk (i white balls) = ,
k−1
1.2 Conditional probabilities 15
Pn (i white balls)
i−1 n−1−i
= Pn−1 (i − 1 white balls) × + Pn−1 (i white balls) ×
n−1 n−1
1
= , i = 1, . . . , n − 1.
n−1
Hence,
1
Pn (i white balls) = , i = 1, . . . , n − 1.
n−1
Worked Example 1.2.6 You have n urns, the rth of which contains r − 1
red balls and n − r blue balls, r = 1, . . . , n. You pick an urn at random and
remove two balls from it without replacement. Find the probability that the
two balls are of different colours. Find the same probability when you put
back a removed ball.
Solution The totals of blue and red balls in all urns are equal. Hence, the
first ball is equally likely to be any ball. So
1
P 1st blue = = P(1st red).
2
Now,
n
1
P 1st red, 2nd blue = P 1st red, 2nd blue urn k chosen ×
n
k=1
1 (k − 1)(n − k)
=
n (n − 1)(n − 2)
k
n n
1
= n (k − 1) − k(k − 1)
n(n − 1)(n − 2)
k=1 k=1
1 n(n − 1)n (n + 1)n(n − 1)
= −
n(n − 1)(n − 2) 2 3
n(n − 1) n n+1 1
= − = .
n(n − 1)(n − 2) 2 3 6
We used here the following well-known identity:
n
1
i(i − 1) = (n + 1)n(n − 1).
3
i=1
16 Discrete outcomes
By symmetry:
1 1
P(different colours) = 2 × = .
6 3
If you return a removed ball, the probability that the two balls are of
different colours becomes
1 n2 (n − 1) (n − 1)n(n + 1)
P(1st red, 2nd blue) = −
n(n − 1)2 2 3
n−2
= .
6(n − 1)
n−2
So the solution is .
3(n − 1)
Worked Example 1.2.7 The authority of Ruritania took a decision to
pardon and release one of three prisoners X, Y and Z imprisoned in solitary
confinement in a notorious Alcázar prison. The prisoners know about this
decision but have no clue who the lucky one is, the waiting is agonising. A
sympathetic but corrupt prison guard approaches prisoner X with an offer
to name for some bribe another prisoner (not X) who is condemned to stay.
He says: ‘This will reduce your chances of staying from 2/3 down to 1/2. It
should be a relief for you’. After some hesitation X accepts the offer and
the guard names Y .
Now, suppose that the information is correct and Y would not be released.
Find the conditional probability
P(X, Y remains in prison)
P(Xremains in prison|Y named) =
P(Y named)
and check the validity of the guard’s claim in the following three cases:
(a) The guard is unbiased, i.e. he names Y or Z with probabilities 1/2 in
the case both Y and Z are condemned to remain in prison.
(b) The guard hates Y and definitely names him in the case Y is condemned
to remain in prison.
(c) The guard hates Z and definitely names him in the case Z is condemned
to remain in prison.
Solution By symmetry,
P(Xreleased) = 1/3 and P(Xremains in prison) = 2/3,
and the same is true for Y and Z. Next, find the conditional probability
P(X, Y remains in prison)
P(Xremains in prison|Y named) =
P(Y named)
1.2 Conditional probabilities 17
Solution A popular solution of this problem always assumes that the host
knows behind which door the car is, and takes care not to open this door
rather than doing so by chance. (It is assumed that the host never opens
the door picked by you.) In fact, it is instructive to consider two cases,
depending on whether the host does or does not know the door with the
car. If he doesn’t, your chances are unaffected, otherwise you should switch.
Indeed, consider the events
Yi = you pick door i , Ci = the car is behind door i ,
Hi = the host opens door i , Gi /Pi = a goat/pig is behind door i ,
with P(Yi ) = P(Ci ) = P(Gi ) = P(Pi ) = 1/3, i = 1, 2, 3. Obviously, event Yi
is independent of any of the events Cj , Gj and Pj , i, j = 1, 2, 3.
You want to calculate
P(C1 ∩ Y1 ∩ H3 ∩ P3 )
P(C1 |Y1 ∩ H3 ∩ P3 ) = .
P(Y1 ∩ H3 ∩ P3 )
18 Discrete outcomes
In the numerator:
P(C1 ∩ Y1 ∩ H3 ∩ P3 )
= P(C1 )P(Y1 |C1 )P(P3 |C1 ∩ Y1 )P(H3 |C1 ∩ Y1 ∩ P3 )
1 1 1 1 1
= × × × = .
3 3 2 2 36
If the host doesn’t know where the car is, then
P(Y1 ∩ H3 ∩ P3 )
= P(Y1 )P(P3 |Y1 )P(H3 |Y1 ∩ P3 )
1 1 1 1
= × × = ,
3 3 2 18
and P(C1 |Y1 ∩ H3 ∩ P3 ) = 1 2. But if he does then
P(Y1 ∩ H3 ∩ P3 )
= P(Y1 ∩ C1 ∩ H3 ∩ P3 ) + P(Y1 ∩ C2 ∩ H3 ∩ P3 )
1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1
= × × × × × × ×1= ,
3 3 2 2 3 3 2 12
and P(C1 |Y1 ∩ H3 ∩ P3 ) = 1/3.
The answer remains the same if there were two goats instead of a goat
and a pig. Another useful exercise is to consider the case where the host
has some ‘preference’ choosing a door with the goat with probability pg and
that with the pig with probability pp = 1 − pg .
A convenient criterion of independence is: events A and B, where say P(B) >
0 are independent if and only if P(A|B) = P(A), i.e. knowledge that B
occurred does not change the probability of A.
Trivial examples are the empty event ∅ and the whole set Ω: they are
independent of any event. The next example we consider is when each of the
four outcomes 00, 01, 10, and 11 have probability 1/4. Here the events
are independent:
1 1 1 1
P(A) = p10 + p11 = = p10 + p00 = P(B), P(A ∩ B) = p10 = = × .
2 4 2 2
Also, the events
are dependent.
These examples can be easily reformulated in terms of two unbiased coin-
tossings. An important fact is that if A, B are independent then Ac and B
are independent:
Next, if (i) A1 and B are independent, (ii) A2 and B are independent, and
(iii) A1 and A2 are disjoint, then A1 ∪ A2 and B are independent. If (i) and
(ii) hold and A1 ⊂ A2 then B and A2 \A1 are also independent.
Intuitively, independence is often associated with an ‘absence of any con-
nection’ between events. There is a famous joke about Andrey Nikolayevich
Kolmogorov (1903–1987), the renowned Russian mathematician considered
the father of the modern probability theory. His monograph, [84], which orig-
inally appeared in German in 1933, was revolutionary in understanding the
basics of probability theory and its rôle in mathematics and its applications.
When in the 1930s this monograph was translated into Russian, the Soviet
government enquired about the nature of the concept of independent events.
A senior minister asked if this concept was consistent with materialistic de-
terminism, the core of Marxist–Leninist philosophy, and about examples of
such events. Kolmogorov had to answer on the spot, and he had to be cau-
tious as subsequent events showed, such as the infamous condemnation by
the authorities of genetics as a ‘reactionary bourgeois pseudo-science’. The
legend is that he did not hesitate for a second, and said: ‘Look, imagine a
remote village where there has been a long drought. One day, local peasants
in desperation go to the church, and the priest says a prayer for rain. And
the next day the rain arrives! These are independent events’.
20 Discrete outcomes
1/2
1/4 1/4
(1) (2)
p ij = p i p j
1/4 1/4
1/2
1/2 1/2
Figure 1.1
1.2 Conditional probabilities 21
are probability distributions for the two projections. Then any event
that is expressed in terms of the horizontal projection (for example,
{digit i is divisible by 3}) is independent of any event expressed in terms
of the vertical projection (for example, {digit j is ≤ n/2}). This is a basic
(and in a sense the only) example of independence.
More generally, we say that events A1 , . . . , An are mutually independent
(or simply independent) if for all subcollections Ai1 , . . . , Ail ,
Next, Bn+1 ∩ An+1 = Bnc ∩ An+1 and Bn+1 ∩ Acn+1 = Bn ∩ Acn+1 . In view of
independence,
P(Bnc ∩ An+1 ) = P(Bnc )P(An+1 ), and P(Bn ∩ Acn+1 ) = P(Bn )P(Acn+1 ),
which implies
P(Bn+1 ) = P(Bnc )P(An+1 ) + P(Bn )P(Acn+1 ) = (1 − P(Bn ))p + P(Bn )(1 − p),
with P(B0 ) = 1. That is,
πn+1 = (1 − p)πn + p(1 − πn ) = (1 − 2p)πn + p.
Substituting πn = a(1−2p)n +b gives that b = 1/2, and the condition π0 = 1
that a = 1/2. Then πn = [(1 − 2p)n + 1] /2.
A shorter way to derive the recursion is by conditioning on Bn and Bnc :
πn+1 = P(Bn+1 ) = P(Bn+1 ∩ Bn ) + P(Bn+1 ∩ Bnc )
= P(Acn+1 |Bn )P(Bn ) + P(An+1 |Bnc )P(Bnc )
= (1 − p)πn + p(1 − πn ).
Writing recursive equations like the one in the statement of the current
problem is a convenient instrument used in a great many situations.
from Aunt Agatha). If it falls off the right-hand end it will land safely in a
bucket of water. What is the probability that the Ming vase will survive?
Solution Set p to be
P(falls at RH end|was at distance × 10 cm from the LH end),
then 1 − p equals
P(falls at LH end|was at distance × 10 cm from LH end).
We have p0 = 0, p20 = 1 and p = 35 p−1 + 25 p+1 or
5 3
p+1 = p − p−1 .
2 2
In other words, vector (p , p+1 ) = (p−1 , p )A with
0 − 32
A= .
1 52
This yields
(p , p+1 ) = (p0 , p1 )A = (0, p1 )A ,
i.e. p should be a linear combination of the th powers of the eigenvalues of
A. The eigenvalues are λ1 = 32 and λ2 = 1 and so:
3
p = b1 + b2 .
2
We have the equations
20
3
b1 + b2 = 0, 1 = b1 + b2 ,
2
whence
−1
3 20
b1 = −b2 = −1
2
and
10
3 1 1 1
p10 = 20 − 20 = .
2 (3/2) − 1 (3/2) − 1 (3/2)10 + 1
beginning of the night he has 8000 Roubles. If ever he has 256 000 Roubles
he will marry the beautiful Natasha and retire to his estate in the country.
Otherwise, he will commit suicide. He decides to follow one of two courses
of action:
(i) to stake 1000 Roubles each time until the issue is decided;
(ii) to stake everything each time until the issue is decided.
Advise him (a) if r = 1/4 and (b) if r = 3/4. What are the chances of a
happy ending in each case if he follows your advice?
Solution Let p be the probability that Dubrovsky wins 256 000 with the
starting capital thousands while following strategy (i). Reasoning as in
Worked Example 1.2.10 yields that
p = b1 λ1 + b2 λ2
Remark 1.2.12 In both Worked Examples 1.2.10 and 1.2.11 one of the
eigenvalues of the recursion matrix A equals 1. This is not accidental and
is due to the fact that in equation (1.2.6) (which gives rise to the recursive
equations under consideration) the sum j P(Bj ) = 1.
1.2 Conditional probabilities 25
Worked Example 1.2.13 I play the dice game ‘craps’ against ‘Lucky’
Pete Jay as follows. On each throw I throw two dice. If my first throw is 7 or
11, then I win and if it is 2, 3 or 12, then I lose. If my first throw is none of
these, I throw repeatedly until I score the same as my first throw, in which
case I win, or I throw a 7, in which case I lose. What is the probability that
I will win?
Solution Write
P(I win) = P(I win at the 1st throw) + P(I win, but not at the 1st throw).
The probability P(I win at the 1st throw) is straightforward and equals
6 6
1 1 6 2 2
I(i + j = 7) + I(i + j = 11) = + = .
36 36 36 36 9
i,j=1 i,j=1
Here
1, if i + j = 7,
I(i + j = 7) =
0, otherwise.
For the second probability we have
P(I win, but not at the 1st throw) = pi q i .
i=4,5,6,8,9,10
Here
pi = P(the 1st score is i)
and
Qi = P(get i before 7 in the course of repeated throws|the 1st score is i)
= P(get i before 7 in the course of repeated throws).
and likewise,
5/36 5 5 5 2 1
Q6 = = = , Q8 = , Q9 = , Q10 = ,
5/36 + 6/36 5+6 11 11 5 3
giving for P(I win, but not at the 1st throw) the value
1 1 1 2 5 5 5 5 1 1 1 1 134
× + × + × + × + × + × = .
12 3 9 5 36 11 36 11 9 5 12 3 495
Then
2 134 244
P(I win) = + = .
9 495 495
1 − pA 1 − pB 1 − pA 1 − pB
• −→ • −→ • −→ • −→ ...
..
pA pB pA pB .
A wins B wins A wins B wins
Q = pA + (1 − pA )(1 − pB )pA + (1 − pA )2 (1 − pB )2 pA + · · ·
pA pA
= = .
1 − (1 − pA )(1 − pB ) pA + pB − pA pB
Equivalently, by conditioning on the first and the second throw, one gets the
equation
P(A wins) = pA + (1 − pA )(1 − pB )P(A wins),
Worked Example 1.2.16 A fair coin is tossed until either the sequence
HHH occurs in which case I win or the sequence T HH occurs, when you
win. What is the probability that you will win?
Solution In principle, the results of the game could be I win, you win
and the game lasts forever. Observe
3 that I win only if HHH occurs at the
beginning: the probability is 1/2 = 1/8. Indeed, if HHH occurs but not
at the beginning then T HH should have occurred before then you will have
already won. But HHH will appear sooner or later, with probability 1. In
fact, for all N , the event
A = {HHH never occurs}
is contained in the event
AN = {HHH does not occur among the first N subsequent triples}
(we partition first 3N trials into N subsequent triples). So P(A) ≤ P(AN ).
But the probability P(AN ) = (1 − 1/8)N → 0 as N → ∞. Hence, P(A) = 0.
Therefore, the game cannot continue forever, and the probability that you
will win is 1 − 1/8 = 7/8.
Worked Example 1.2.17 (i) Give examples of the following phenomena:
(a) three events A, B, C that are pair-wise independent but not indepen-
dent;
(b) three events that are not independent, but such that the probability of
the intersection of all three is equal to the product of the probabilities.
(ii) Three coins each show heads with probability 3/5 and tails otherwise.
The first counts 10 points for a head and 2 for a tail, the second counts 4
points for a head and tail, and the third counts 3 points for a head and 20
for a tail.
You and your opponent each choose a coin; you cannot choose the same
coin. Each of you tosses your coin once and the person with the larger score
wins 1010 points. Would you prefer to be the first or the second to choose
a coin?
Then
1 1
P(A ∩ B) = pHH = = P(A)P(B), P(A ∩ C) = pHH = = P(A)P(C),
4 4
1
P(B ∩ C) = pHH = = P(B)P(C)
4
and
1
P(A ∩ B ∩ C) = pHH = = P(A)P(B)P(C).
4
Or throw three dice, with
A = {die one shows an odd score}, B = {die two shows an odd score},
C = {overall score odd}
and P(A) = P(B) = P(C) = 1/2. Then
1
P(A ∩ B) = P(A ∩ C) = P(B ∩ C) = , but P(A ∩ B ∩ C) = 0.
4
(b) Toss three coins, with
A = {1st toss shows H}, B = {3rd toss shows H},
C = {HHH, HHT, HT T, T T T } = {no subsequent T H}.
Then P(A) = P(B) = P(C) = 1/2,
3
1 1
A ∩ B ∩ C = {HHH}, and P(A ∩ B ∩ C) = = .
8 2
But
3
A ∩ C = {HHH, HHT, HT T }, and P(A ∩ C) = ,
8
while
1
B ∩ C = {HHH}, and P(B ∩ C) = .
8
Or (as the majority of students’ attempts did so far), take A = ∅, and any
dependent pair B, C (say, B = C with 0 < P(B) < 1). Then A ∩ B ∩ C =
∅ and
P(A ∩ B ∩ C) = 0 = P(A)P(B)P(C), but P(B ∩ C) = P(B)P(C).
(ii) Suppose I choose coin 1 and you coin 2, then P(you win) = 2/5. But
if you choose 3 then
2 3 2 16 1
P(you win) = + × = > .
5 5 5 25 2
1.2 Conditional probabilities 29
Similarly, if I choose 2 and you choose 1, P(you win) = 3/5 > 1/2. Finally, if
I choose 3 and you choose 2 then P(you win) = 3/5 > 1/2. Thus, it’s always
better to be the second.
Worked Example 1.2.18 (a) Let A1 , . . . , An be independent events, and
P(Ai ) < 1. Prove that there exists an event B, P(B) > 0, such that B∩Ai = ∅
for all 1 ≤ i ≤ n.
(b) Give an example of three events A1 , A2 , A3 that are dependent but where
any two events Ai and Aj , i = j are independent.
Worked Example 1.2.19 You toss two symmetric dice. Let event As
mean that the sum of readings is s, and Bj mean that the first die shows i.
Find all the values of s and i such that the events As and Bi are independent.
and
1
P(Bi ) = , 1 ≤ i ≤ 6.
6
Clearly, P(As ∩ Bi ) = 36
1
, if 1 ≤ i ≤ 6, i < s ≤ i + 6, and P(As ∩ Bi ) = 0
otherwise. This implies that
P(As Bi ) = P(As )P(Bi )
30 Discrete outcomes
Solution ‘At random’ means here that each ball is put in a cell with proba-
bility 1/n, independently of other balls. First, consider the cases n = 3 and
n = 4. If n = 3 we have one cell with three balls and two empty cells. Hence,
n 1 1
p3 = × n = .
2 n 9
If n = 4 we either have two cells with two balls each (probability p4 ) or one
cell with one ball and one cell with three balls (probability p4 ). Hence,
n (n − 2) n(n − 1) 21
p4 = p4 + p4 = × n
× 4+ = .
2 n 4 64
Here 4 stands for the number of ways of selecting three balls that will go to
one cell, and n(n − 1)/4 stands for the number of ways of selecting two pairs
of balls that will go to two prescribed cells.
For n ≥ 5, to have exactly two empty cells means that either there are
exactly two cells with two balls in them and n − 4 with a single ball, or there
is one cell with three balls and n − 3 with a single ball. Denote probabilities
in question by pn and pn , respectively. Then pn = pn + pn . Further,
2
n 1 n n−2 n−2n−3 1 1
pn = × × ··· ×
2 2 2 2 n n n n
1 n! n n−2
= n
.
4n 2 2
Here the first factor, n2 , is responsible for the number of ways of choosing
two empty cells among n. The second factor,
1 n n−2
,
2 2 2
1.2 Conditional probabilities 31
accounts for choosing which balls ‘decide’ to fall in cells that will contain
two balls and also which cells will contain two balls. Finally, the third factor,
n−2n−3 1
... ,
n n n
gives the probability that n − 2 balls fall in n − 2 cells, one in each, and
the last (1/n)2 that two pairs of balls go into the cells marked for two-ball
occupancy. Next,
n n (n − 3)!
pn = × (n − 2) × .
2 3 nn
Here the first factor, n2 , is responsible for the number of ways of choosing
two empty cells among n, the second, (n − 2), is responsible for the number
of ways of choosing the cell with three balls, the third, n3 , is responsible
for the number of ways of choosing three balls to go into this cell, and the
(n − 3)!
last factor describes the distribution of all balls into the respective
nn
cells.
Worked Example 1.2.21 You play a match against an opponent in which
at each point either you or he/she serves. If you serve you win the point with
probability p1 , but if your opponent serves you win the point with probability
p2 . There are two possible conventions for serving:
(i) alternate serves;
(ii) the player serving continues until he/she loses a point.
You serve first and the first player to reach n points wins the match. Show
that your probability of winning the match does not depend on the serving
convention adopted.
and
1, ω ∈ Bj
I(ω ∈ Bj ) =
0, ω ∈ Bj , 1 ≤ j ≤ n − 1.
Under both rules, the event that you win the extended match is
⎧ ⎫
⎨ ⎬
ω = (ω1 , . . . , ω2n−1 ) : ωi ≥ n ,
⎩ ⎭
1≤i≤2n−1
Because they do not depend on the choice of the rule, the probabilities are
the same.
Remark 1.2.22 The ω-notation was quite handy in this solution. We will
use it repeatedly in future problems.
So,
P (3 fail)
P 3 parts fail2 or 3 fail =
P (2 or 3 fail)
P(A, B, C f)
=
P(A, B f C w) + P(A, C f B w) + P(B, C f A w) + P(A, B, C f)
10−7
=
9 · 10−7 + 9 × 10−11 + (1 − 10−5 ) · 10−6 + 10−7
10−7 1 1
≈ −7 −6 −7
= > .
9 · 10 + 10 + 10 20 100
Thus, you should not attempt to mend the photocopier: the chances of
making things worse are 1/20.
Worked Example 1.2.24 I’m playing tennis with my parents, the prob-
ability to win with a mum (M) is p, the probability to win with a dad (D)
is q where 0 < q < p < 1. We agreed to play three games, and their order
may be DMD (first, I play with dad, then with mum, then again with dad)
or MDM. The results of all games are independent. In both cases find the
probabilities of the following events:
Solution (a)
(b)
(c)
(d)
PDM D (win 2 in succession)
= 2pq − 2q 2 p > 2pq − 2p2 q = PM DM (win 2 in succession)
(e)
Solution Let the special coin be labelled 1, and the other coins labelled 2,
3, 4. The probability space Ω is the Cartesian product
{1, 2, 3, 4} × {H, T }4 ,
(iii)
n n
If P (Ak ) > n − 1 then P Ak > 0 .
k=1
k=1
(iv)
n
n
If P (Ai ∩ Aj ) > −1 then P Ak > 0 .
2 k=1
i<j
Solution (i) False. For a counterexample, consider a throw of two dice and
fix the following events:
A1 = first die odd , A2 = second die odd , B = sum odd .
Then P(A1 ) = P(A2 ) = P(B) = 1/2 and P(A1 ∪ A2 ) = 1 − P(Ac1 ∪ Ac2 ) = 3/4.
Next,
1
P(A1 ∩ B) = = P(A1 )P(B),
4
1
P(A2 ∩ B) = = P(A2 )P(B),
4
indicating that individually, each of (A1 , B) and (A2 , B) is a pair of inde-
pendent events. However, as B ⊆ (A1 ∪ A2 ),
1 1 3
P B ∩ (A1 ∪ A2 ) = P(B) = = × = P(B)P(A1 ∪ A2 ).
2 2 4
(ii) True, because
$ %
P Ak 1≤r≤k−1 Ar
2≤k≤n
= P(A2 |A1 )P(A3 |A1 ∩ A2 ) · · · P An |A1 ∩ · · · ∩ An−1
P(A1 ∩ A2 ) P(A1 ∩ A2 ∩ A3 ) P A1 ∩ · · · ∩ An−1 ∩ An
= ···
P(A1 ) P(A
1∩A
2) A1 ∩ · · · ∩ An−1
P A1 ∩ · · · ∩ An
= =P Ak A1 .
P(A1 ) 2≤k≤n
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“Poets,” said the ancient wisdom, “are not made, but born.” We
have made miraculous progress in all the arts of manufacture since
the time of this saying, but we have not been able to controvert the
judgment of our forefathers. Education, refinement, taste, and talent,
are great things in their way, and men do wonders with them; but we
have not fallen yet upon a successful method of bringing down the
divine spark into the marble, let us work it ever so curiously. The
celestial gift in these new times, as in the old, comes down with
divine impartiality, yet seldom into the tenement most specially built
and garnished for its reception. We can make critics, connoisseurs,
“an enlightened audience,” but, let us labour at it as we will, we
cannot make a poet.
And indeed, to tell the truth, it is but small help we can give, with
all our arts and ingenuities, even to the perfecting of the poet born.
Science discusses the subject gravely—at one time troubled with
apprehensions lest her severe shadow should kill the singer outright,
as Reason killed Love—at another, elate with the happier thought of
increasing all his conquests, and sending forth as her own esquire,
bearing her ponderous lance and helmet, the glorious boy in his
perennial youth. It is a vain speculation. The poet glances past this
important figure with a calm eye and a far-shining smile. His
vocation is beyond and beyond the range of all the sciences. The
heart and soul that were in the first home, ere ever even spade and
distaff were invented, when two forlorn hopeful creatures, wistfully
looking back to the sunset of Eden, wistfully looking forward to the
solemn nightfall of the drear world without, with all its starry
promises of another morning and a higher heaven, were all the
human race—are world and scope enough for the humanest and
most divine of arts. That God has made of one blood all the nations
and all the generations of this many-peopled earth, is the argument
on which he speaks; that heart answers unto heart all the world over,
is the secret of his power. The petulant passion of a child, the
heroisms and exultations and agonies of that fantastical sweet youth,
over whose unconscious mockery of our real conflict we graver
people smile and weep, are of more import to the poet than all the
secrets of the earth, and all the wonders of the sky; and he turns—it
is his vocation—from the discovery of a planet, forgetting all about it,
to make the whole world ring with joy over a cottage cradle, or weigh
down the very wings of the winds with wailing over some
uncommemorated grave.
Yes, it is a humiliating confession—but in reality we are quite as
like to injure as to elevate our poet by all our educations. Perhaps the
heavenly glamour in his eyne had best be left entirely unobscured by
any laws save those of nature; but at all events it seems tolerably
sure, that the more we labour at his training, the less satisfactory is
the result of it. A school of poets is the most hopeless affair in
existence; and whether it dwindle into those smallest of small
rhymsters, leaden echoes of the silver chimes of Pope, in whom the
eighteenth century delighted, or to the present makers of dislocated
verses, whose glory it is to break stones upon the road where the
Laureate’s gilded coach flashes by, we wait with equal weariness and
equal impatience for the Coming Man, who knows neither school nor
education—whose business it is to rout the superannuated spinsters,
and make the world ring once more with the involuntary outburst of
song and youth.
But we who are but the unhappy victims of the mania, why do we
blame ourselves? Alas! it is not we, but our poets, foolish fraternity,
who have set about this fatal task of making a school and perfecting
themselves in their art. How do you suppose they are to do it, kindest
reader? In other arts and professions the self-love of the student in
most instances suffers a woeful downfall at his very outset. Tutors
and books, dire conspirators against his innocence, startle the
hapless neophyte out of all his young complacency; professors set
him down calmly as a know-nothing; chums, with storms of laughter,
drive him out of his last stronghold. He has to shut himself out from
his college doors; seal himself up, poor boy, in his home letters, and
so sit down and study other people’s wisdom, till he comes by that far
away and roundabout process to some true estimate of his own.
But the poet, say the poets, needs other training. For him it is
safest that we shut him up with himself. Himself, a separated
creature, garlanded and crowned for the sacrifice, is, in one noble
concentration, all the ethics, the humanity, and the religion with
which he has to do; significances, occult and mysterious, are in every
breath of wind that whispers about his dedicated head; his smallest
actions are note-worthy, his sport is a mystery, his very bread and
cheese symbolical. He is a poet—everywhere, and in all places, it is
the destiny of this unfortunate to reverence himself, to contemplate
himself, to expound and study the growth of a poet’s mind, the
impulses of a poet’s affections; he is not to be permitted to be
unconscious of the sweet stirrings within him of the unspoken song;
he is not to be allowed to believe with that sweetest simplicity of
genius that every other youthful eye beholds “the light that never was
on sea or land,” as well as his own. Unhappy genius! ill-fated poet!
for him alone of all men must the heavens and the earth be blurred
over with a miserable I,—and so he wanders, a woeful Narcissus,
seeing his own image only, and nothing better, in all the lakes and
fountains; and, bound by all the canons of his art, falls at last
desperately either in love or in hate with the persistent double,
which, go where he will, still looks him in the face.
But we bethink us of the greater poets, sons of the elder time.
There was David, prince of lyric-singers; there was Shakespeare,
greatest maker among men. The lyricist was a king, a statesman, a
warrior, and a prophet; the leisure of his very youth was the leisure
of occupation, when the flocks were feeding safe in the green
pastures, and by the quiet waters; and even then the dreaming poet-
eye had need to be wary, and sometimes flashed into sudden
lightning at sight of the lion which the stripling slew. He sung out of
the tumult and fulness of his heart—out of the labours, wars, and
tempests of his most human and most troubled life: his business in
this world was to live, and not to make poems. Yet what songs he
made! They are Holy Writ, inspired and sacred; yet they are human
songs, the lyrics of a struggling and kingly existence—the overflow of
the grand primal human emotions to which every living heart
resounds. His “heart moved him,” his “soul was stirred within him”—
true poet-heart—true soul of inspiration! and not what other men
might endure, glassed in the mirror of his own profound poetic
spirit, a study of mankind; but of what himself was bearing there and
at that moment, the royal singer made his outcry, suddenly, and “in
his haste,” to God. What cries of distress and agony are these! what
bursts of hope amid the heartbreak! what shouts and triumphs of
great joy! For David did not live to sing, but sang because he strove
and fought, rejoiced and suffered, in the very heart and heat of life.
Let us say a word of King David ere we go further. Never crowned
head had so many critics as this man has had in these two thousand
years; and many a scorner takes occasion by his failings, and
religious lips have often faltered to call him “the man after God’s own
heart;” yet if we would but think of it, how touching is this name! Not
the lofty and philosophic Paul, though his tranced eyes beheld the
very heaven of heavens; not John, although the human love of the
Lord yearned towards that vehement angel-enthusiast, whose very
passion was for God’s honour; but on this sinning, struggling,
repenting David, who fights and falls, and rises only to fall and fight
again—who only never will be content to lie still in his overthrow,
and acknowledge himself vanquished—who bears about with him
every day the traces of some downfall, yet every day is up again,
struggling on as he can, now discouraged, now desperate, now
exultant; who has a sore fighting life of it all his days, with enemies
within and without, his hands full of wars, his soul of ardours, his life
of temptations. Upon this man fell the election of Heaven. And small
must his knowledge be, of himself or of his race, who is not moved to
the very soul to think upon God’s choice of this David, as the man
after His own heart. Heaven send us all as little content with our sins
as had the King of Israel! Amen.
And then there is Shakespeare: never man among men, before or
after him, has made so many memorable people; yet amid all the
crowding faces on his canvass, we cannot point to one as “the
portrait of the painter.” He had leisure to make lives and histories for
all these men and women, but not to leave a single personal token to
us of himself. The chances seem to be, that this multitudinous man,
having so many other things to think of, thought marvellously little
of William Shakespeare; and that all that grave, noble face would
have brightened into mirthfullest laughter had he ever heard, in his
own manful days, of the Swan of Avon. His very magnitude, so to
speak, lessens him in our eyes; we are all inclined to be apologetic
when we find him going home in comfort and good estate, and
ending his days neither tragically nor romantically, but in ease and
honour. He is the greatest of poets, but he is not what you call a
poetical personage. He writes his plays for the Globe, but, once
begun upon them, thinks only of his Hamlet or his Lear, and not a
whit of his audience; nor, in the flush and fulness of his genius, does
a single shadow of himself cross the brilliant stage, where, truth to
speak, there is no need of him. The common conception of a poet, the
lofty, narrow, dreamy soul, made higher and more abstract still by
the glittering crown of light upon his crested forehead, is entirely
extinguished in the broad flood of sunshine wherein stands this
Shakespeare, a common man, sublimed and radiant in a very deluge
and overflow of genial power. Whether it be true or not that these
same marvellous gifts of his would have made as great a statesman
or as great a philosopher as they made a poet, it does not lie in our
way to discover; but to know that the prince of English poets did his
work, which no man has equalled, with as much simplicity and as
little egotism as any labouring peasant of his time—to see him setting
out upon it day by day, rejoicing like a strong man to run a race, but
never once revealing to us those laborious tokens of difficulties
overcome, which of themselves, as Mr Ruskin says, are among the
admirable excellences of Art—to perceive his ease and speed of
progress, and how his occupation constantly is with his story and
never with himself,—what a lesson it is! But alas, and alas! we are
none of us Shakespeares. Far above his motives, we would scorn to
spend our genius on a Globe Theatre, or on any other vulgar manner
of earning daily bread. The poet is a greater thing than his poem; let
us take it solely as an evidence of his progress; and in the mean time,
however he may tantalise the world with his gamut and his exercises,
let all the world look on with patience, with awe, and with
admiration. True, he is not making an Othello or a Hamlet; but never
mind, he is making Himself.
Yet the thought will glide in upon us woefully unawares,—What
the better are we? We are ever so many millions of people, and only a
hundred or two of us at the utmost can be made happy in the
personal acquaintanceship of Mr Tennyson or (we humbly crave the
Laureate’s pardon for the conjunction) Mr Dobell. In this view of the
question, it is not near so important to us that these gentlemen
should perfect the poet, as that they should make the poem. We ask
the Laureate for a battle-song, and he gives us a skilful fantasia upon
the harp; we hush our breath and open our ears, and, listening
devoutly to the “Eureka!” of here and there a sanguine critic, who has
found a poet, wait, longing for the lay that is to follow. Woe is upon
us!—all that we can hear in the universal twitter is, that every man is
trying his notes. We are patient, but we are not a stoic; and in the
wrath of our disappointment are we not tempted a hundred times to
plunge these melodious pipes into the abyss of our waste-paper
basket, and call aloud for Punch, and the Times?
Yes, that great poetic rebel, Wordsworth, has heavier sins upon his
head than Betty Foy and Alice Fell; it is to him we owe it, that the
poet in these days is to be regarded as a delicate monster, a creature
who lives not life but poetry, a being withdrawn out of the common
existence, and seeing its events only in the magic mirror of his own
consciousness, as the Lady of Shallott saw the boats upon the river,
and the city towers burning in the sun. The Poet of the Lakes had no
imaginary crimes to tell the world of, nor does it seem that he
regarded insanity as one of the highest and most poetic states of
man; but we venture to believe there never would have been a
Balder, and Maud should have had no crazy lover, had there been no
Recluse, solemnly living a long life for Self and Poetry in the retired
and sacred seclusion of Rydal Mount.
It is in this way that the manner which is natural and a necessity to
some one great spirit, becomes an intolerable bondage and
oppression to a crowd of smaller ones. The solemn egotism, self-
reserved and abstract, which belonged to Wordsworth, is more easily
copied than the broad, bright, manful nature of our greatest English
poet, who was too mighty to be peculiar; and the delusion has still a
deeper root. It is in our nature, as it seems, to scorn what is familiar
and common to all the world; priesthoods, find them where you will,
are bound to profess a more ethereal organisation, and seek a
separated atmosphere. Wordsworth is a very good leader; but for a
thorough out-and-out practical man, admitting no compromise with
his theory, commend us to Anthony the Eremite, the first of all
monkish deserters from this poor sinking vessel, the world. The poet
is the priest of Nature; out with him from this Noah’s ark of clean
and unclean,—this field of wheat and tares, growing together till the
harvest,—this ignoble region of common life. Let the interpreter
betake him to his monastery, his cloister, his anchorite’s cell—and
when he is there? Yes, when he is there—he will sing to us poor
thralls whom he has left behind, but not of our ignoble passions and
rejoicings, or the sorrows that rend our hearts. Very different from
our heavy-handed troubles, rough troopers in God’s army of
afflictions, are the spectre shapes of this poetic world. True, their
happiness is rapture, their misery of the wildest, their remorse the
most refined; but the daylight shines through and through these
ghostly people, and leaves nothing of them but bits of cloud. Alas, the
preaching is vain and without profit! What can the poet do—when he
is tired of his Mystic, sick of his Balder, weary of Assyrian bulls and
lords with rabbit-mouths? Indeed, there seems little better left for
him than what his predecessors did before. The monk spent his soul
upon some bright-leaved missal, and left the record of his life in the
illumination of an initial letter, or the border of foliage on a vellum
page; the poet throws away his in some elaborate chime of words,
some new inverted measure, or trick of jingling syllables. Which is
the quaintest? for it is easy to say which is the saddest waste of the
good gifts of God.
Also it is but an indifferent sign of us, being, as we undoubtedly
are, so far as poetry is concerned, a secondary age, that there can be
no dispute about the first poet of our day. There is no elder
brotherhood to compete for the laurel; no trio like Wordsworth,
Coleridge, and Southey; no guerilla like Byron to seize upon the
contested honour, nor Irish minstrel to strike a sugared note of
emulation. Should a chance arrow at this moment strike down our
poetic champion, so far from comforting ourselves, like King Henry,
that we have “five hundred as good as he,” we could not find for our
consolation one substitute for Tennyson. Echoes of him we could
indeed find by the score; but no one his entire equal in all the field.
Let no one say we do not appreciate poetry; in these mechanical days
there are still a goodly number of singers who could echo that
unfortunate admission which cost Haverillo his life, and was the last
stroke of exasperation to the redoubtable Firmilian, “I have a third
edition in the press.” But in spite of Smith and Dobell, the Brownings
and the Mystics, our Laureate holds his place; holding his laurel with
justice and right less disputable than most of his predecessors. Yet
our admiration of Tennyson is perplexed and unsatisfactory. He is
the first in his generation, but out of his generation he does not bear
comparison with any person of note and fame equal to his own. He is
small in the presence of Wordsworth, a very inferior magician indeed
by the side of Coleridge; his very music—pardon us, all poets and all
critics!—does not flow. It may be melodious, but it is not winged; one
stanza will not float into another. It is a rosary of golden beads, some
of them gemmed and radiant, fit to be set in a king’s crown; but you
must tell them one by one, and take leisure for your comment while
they drop from your fingers. They are beautiful, but they leave you
perfectly cool and self-possessed in the midst of your admiration. To
linger over them is a necessity; it becomes them to be read with
criticism; you go over the costly beadroll and choose your single
favourites here and there, as you might do in a gallery of sculpture.
And thus the poet chooses to make you master of his song,—it does
not seize upon you.
This is a kind and manner of influence which poets have not often
aimed at. Hitherto it has been the object of this fraternity to arrest
and overpower their audience as the Ancient Mariner fascinated the
wedding guest; and we all know how helplessly, and with what
complete submission, we have followed in the train of these
enchanters, wheresoever it pleased them to turn their wayward
footsteps. But Mr Tennyson aims at a more refined and subtle
influence than this downright enslaving. A poet who writes, or seems
to write, because he cannot help it,—and a poet who writes, or seems
to write, of set purpose and malice prepense, are two very different
persons. A man of the first class could not have written In
Memoriam. Had he been mourning, he must have mourned a closer
grief, and broken his heart over it, ere he had wept the half of those
melodious tears; but for the poet quietly selecting a subject for his
poem, the wisest philosopher could not have suggested a better
choice. A great deal has been said and written on this subject, and we
are fully aware that grief does not make books, or even poems, except
in very rare and brief instances, and that the voice of a great sorrow
is a sharp and bitter outcry, and not a long and eloquent monologue.
But Mr Tennyson does not present himself to us under the strong
and violent compulsion of a great sorrow. It is not grief at his heart
which makes him speak, using his gifts to give ease and utterance to
its burden of weeping; but it is himself who uses his grief, fully
perceiving its capabilities, and the entrance it will give him into the
sacred and universal sympathy of his fellows. For, like all great works
of art, this poem appeals to one of the primitive and universal
emotions of human nature. The dead—the early dead, the beloved,
the gifted, the young: we may discuss the appropriateness of the
tribute, but we cannot refuse to be moved by its occasion. No man
can look on these pages without finding here and there a verse which
strikes home; for few of us are happy enough to live so much as
twenty years in this weary world of ours without some In Memoriam
of our own.
Yet we cannot complain of Mr Tennyson that he makes
merchandise of any of the nearest and closest bereavements, the
afflictions which shake the very balance of the world to those who
suffer them. His sorrow is as much of the mind as of the heart; he
weeps a companion beloved, yet almost more honoured and
esteemed than beloved—a friend, not even a brother, still less a child
or a wife;—enough of the primitive passion to claim sympathy from
all of us, but not so much that our sympathy loses itself in a woe
beyond consolation. Pure friendship is seldom so impassioned; but
had it been a commoner tie—a relationship more usual—these
gradual revelations of grief in all its successive phases must have
been too much at once for the poet and his audience. This nice
discrimination secures for us that we are able to read and follow him
into all those solemn regions of thought and fancy which open at the
touch of death; he does not fall down upon the grave, the threshold,
as we are but too like to do, and we wander after him wistfully,
beguiled with the echo of this thoughtful weeping, which must have
overpowered us had it been as close or as personal as our own. We
feel that over our own minds these same thoughts have flashed now
and then—a momentary gleam—while we were wading in the bitter
waters, and woefully making up our minds, a hundred times in an
hour, to the will of God; but who could follow them out? The poet,
more composed, does what we could not do; he makes those flashes
of hope or of agony into pictures visible and true. Those glimpses of
the face of the dead, of the moonlight marking out upon the marble
the letters of his name, those visions of his progress now from height
to height in the pure heavens, all the inconsistent lights and shadows
—mingled thoughts of the silence in the grave, and of the sound and
sunshine of heaven—not one of them is passed over. People say it is
not one poem, but a succession of poems. It must have been so, or it
would not have been true. One after another they come gleaming
through the long reverie of grief—one after another, noting well their
inconsistencies, their leaps from day to night, from earth to heaven,
the poet has set them down. He knows that we think of the lost, in
the same instant, as slumbering under the sod and as awaking above
the sky; he knows that we realise them here and there, as living and
yet as dead; he knows that our
“fancy fuses old and new,
And flashes into false and true,
And mingles all without a plan.”
Very well! So be it! We did not ask Mr Smith for a poem, neither did
our importunity besiege the tower of Balder; but if they were not
written for us, why tantalise us with these mysterious revelations?
For two souls the Life Drama might have answered exceeding well in
manuscript, and within the bounds of a private circulation the
exceptional men who possibly could comprehend him might have
studied Balder. How does it happen that Shakespeare’s wonderful
people, with all their great individualities, are never exceptional
men? It is a singular evidence of the vast and wide difference
between great genius and “poetic talent.” For Shakespeare, you
perceive, can afford to let us all understand; thanks to his
commentators, there are a great many obscure phrases in the Prince
of Poets—but all the commentators in the world cannot make one
character unintelligible, or throw confusion into a single scene.
Balder, we presume, has not yet been hanged, indisputable as are
his claims to that apotheosis; for this is only part the first, and our
dangerous hero has yet to progress through sundry other
“experiences,” and to come at last “from a doubtful mind to a faithful
mind,”—how about his conscience and the law, meanwhile, Mr
Dobell does not say. But we have no objections to make to the story
of Balder. That such a being should exist at all, or, existing, should,
of all places in the world, manage to thrust himself into a poem, is
the head and front of the offending, to our thought. The author of
this poetic Frankenstein mentions Haydon, Keats, and David Scott as
instances of the “much-observed and well-recorded characters of
men,” in which “the elements of his hero exist uncombined and
undeveloped.” Poor Keats’s passionate poet-vanity seems out of
place beside the marvellous and unexampled egotism of the two
painters; but we do not see how the poet improves his position by
this reference; nay, had we demonstration that Balder himself was a
living man, we do not see what better it would be. He is a monster,
were he twenty people; and, worse than a monster, he is a bore; and,
worse than a bore, he is an unbearable prig! One longs to thrust the
man out of the window, as he sits mouthing over his long-meditated
epic, and anticipating his empire of the world. Yet it really is a
satisfaction to be told that this incarnate vanity represents “the
predominant intellectual misfortune of the day.” Is this then the
Doubt of which Mr Maurice is respectful, which Mr Kingsley
admires, and Isaac Taylor lifts his lance to demolish? Alas, poor
gentlemen, how they are all deceived! It is like the story we all
believed till truth-telling war found out the difference for us, of the
painted ramparts and wooden bullets of the Russian fortresses. If Mr
Dobell is right, we want no artillery against the doubter—he will
make few proselytes, and we may safely leave him to any elaborate
processes he chooses for the killing of himself.
“Many things go to the making of all things,” says a quaint proverb
—and we require more than a shower of similes, pelting upon us like
the bonbons of a carnival—more than a peculiar measure, a
characteristic cadence, to make poetry. There is our Transatlantic
cousin rhyming forth his chant to all the winds. Well!—we thought
we knew poetry once upon a time—once in the former days our heart
leaped at sight of a poetry-book, and the flutter of the new white
pages was a delight to our soul. But alas, and alas! our interest fails
us as much for the Song of Hiawatha as for the musings of Balder;
there is no getting through the confused crowd of Mr Browning’s
Men and Women, and with reverential awe we withdraw us from The
Mystic, not even daring a venturesome glance upon that globe of
darkness. What are we to do with these books? They suppose a state
of leisure, of ease, of quietness, unknown to us for many a day. It
pleases the poet to sing of a distempered vanity brooding by itself
over fictitious misfortunes, and what is it to us whether a Maud or a
Balder be the issue?—or he treats of manners and customs, names
and civilisations, and what care we whether it be an Indian village or
a May fair? We have strayed by mistake into a delicate manufactory
—an atelier of the beaux arts—and even while we look at the
workmen and admire the exquisite manipulation of the precious toys
before us, our minds stray away out of doors with a sigh of weariness
to the labours of this fighting world of ours and the storms of our
own life. There is no charm here to hold us, none to cheat us into a
momentary forgetfulness of either our languors or our labours. If it is
all poetry, it has lost the first heritage and birthright of the Muse: it
speaks to the ear—it does not speak to the heart.
Yet in this contention of cadences, where every man’s ambition is
for a new rhythm, Hiawatha has a strong claim upon the popular
fancy. Possibly it is not new; but if Mr Longfellow is the first to make
it popular, it matters very little who invented it; and to talk of
plagiarism is absurd. But, unhappily for the poet, this is the very
measure to attract the parodist. Punch has opened the assault, and
we will not attempt to predict how many gleeful voices may echo his
good-humoured mockery before the year is out. The jingle of this
measure is irresistible, and with a good vocabulary of any savage
language at one’s elbow, one feels a pleasing confidence that the
strain might spin on for ever, and almost make itself. But for all that,
though the trick of the weaving is admirable—though we are roused
into pleasant excitement now and then by a hairbreadth escape from
a rhyme, and applaud the dexterity with which this one peril is
evaded, we are sadly at a loss to find any marks of a great or note-
worthy poem in this chant, which is fatally “illustrative of” a certain
kind of life, but contains very little in itself of any life at all. The
greatest works of art,—and we say it at risk of repeating ourselves—
are those which appeal to the primitive emotions of nature; and in
gradual descent, as you address the secondary and less universal
emotions, you fail in interest, in influence, and in greatness.
Hiawatha contains a morsel of a love-story, and a glimpse of a grief;
but these do not occupy more than a few pages, and are by no means
important in the song. The consequence is, of course, that we listen
to it entirely unmoved. It was not meant to move us. The poet
intends only that we should admire him, and be attracted by the
novelty of his subject; and so we do admire him—and so we are
amused by the novel syllables—attracted by the chime of the rhythm,
and the quaint conventionalities of the savage life. But we cannot
conceal from ourselves that it is conventional, though it is savage;
and that in reality we see rather less of the actual human life and
nature under the war-paint of the Indian than is to be beheld every
day under the English broadcloth. The Muse is absolute in her
conditions; we cannot restrain her actual footsteps; from the highest
ideal to the plainest matter of fact there is no forbidden ground to
the wandering minstrel; but it is the very secret of her individuality,
that wherever she goes she sounds upon the chords of her especial
harp, the heart;—vibrations of human feeling ring about her in her
wayfaring—the appeal of the broken heart and the shout of the glad
one thrust in to the very pathway where her loftiest abstraction walks
in profounder calm; and though it may please her to amuse herself
among social vanities now and then, we are always reminded of her
identity by a deeper touch, a sudden glance aside into the soul of
things—a glimpse of that nature which makes the whole world kin. It
is this perpetual returning, suddenly, involuntarily, and almost
unawares, to the closest emotions of the human life, which
distinguishes among his fellows the true poet. It is the charm of his
art that he startles us in an instant, and when we least expected it,
out of mere admiration into tears; but such an effect unfortunately
can never be produced by customs, or improvements, or social
reforms. The greatest powers of the external world are as inadequate
to this as are the vanities of a village; and even a combination of both
is a fruitless expedient. No, Mr Longfellow has not shot his arrow
this time into the heart of the oak—the dart has glanced aside, and
fallen idly among the brushwood. His Song is a quaint chant, a
happy illustration of manners, but it lacks all the important elements
which go to the making of a poem. We are interested, pleased,
attracted, yet perfectly indifferent; the measure haunts our ear, but
not the matter—and we care no more for Hiawatha, and are still as
little concerned for the land of the Objibbeways, as if America’s best
minstrel had never made a song. The poet was more successful in the
wistfulness of his Evangeline, to which even these lengthened,
desolate, inquiring hexameters lent a charm of appropriate
symphony; but it is a peculiarity of this sweet singer that his best
strains are always wistful, longing, true voices of the night.
It is odd to remark the entire family aspect and resemblance which
our English poets bear to one another. Mr Tennyson is the eldest of
the group, and they all take after him; but they are true brothers, and
have quite a family standard of merit by which to judge themselves.
Mr Dobell is the sulky boy—Mr Browning the boisterous one—Mr
Smith the younger brother, desperately bent on being even with the
firstborn, and owning no claim of birthright. There is but one sister
in the melodious household, and she is quite what the one sister
generally is in such a family—not untouched by even the schoolboy
pranks of the surrounding brothers—falling into their ways of
speaking—moved by their commotions—very feminine, yet more
acquainted with masculine fancies than with the common ways of
women. Another sister or two to share her womanly moderatorship
in this noisy household might have made a considerable difference in
Mrs Browning: but her position has a charm of its own;—she never
lags behind the fraternal band, nay, sometimes stimulated by a
sudden impulse, glides on first, and calls “the boys” to follow her: nor
does she quite refuse now and then to join a wild expedition to the
woods or the sea-shore. If she has sometimes a feminine perception
that the language of the brothers is somewhat too rugged or too
obscure for common comprehension, she partly adopts the same,
with a graceful feminine artifice, to show how, blended with her
sweeter words, this careless diction can be musical after all; and you
feel quite confident that she will stand up stoutly for all the
brotherhood, even when she does not quite approve of their vagaries.
She has songs of her own, sweet and characteristic, such as “Little
Ellie,” and leaps into the heart of a great subject once in that Lay of
the Children, which everybody knows and quotes, and which has just
poetic exaggeration sufficient to express the vehement indignation
with which the song compelled the singer’s utterance. Altogether,
Mrs Browning’s poems, rank them how you will in intellectual
power, have more of the native mettle of poetry than most modern
verses. She is less artificial than her brotherhood—and there is
something of the spring and freedom of things born in her two
earlier volumes; she is not so assiduously busy over the things which
have to be made.
And Robert Browning is the wild boy of the household—the
boisterous noisy shouting voice which the elder people shake their
heads to hear. It is very hard to make out what he would be at with
those marvellous convolutions of words; but, after all, he really
seems to mean something, which is a comfort in its way. Then there
is an unmistakable enjoyment in this wild sport of his—he likes it,
though we are puzzled; and sometimes he works like the old
primitive painters, with little command of his tools, but something
genuine in his mind, which comes out in spite of the stubborn
brushes and pigments, marvellous ugly, yet somehow true. Only very
few of his Men and Women is it possible to make out: indeed, we fear
that the Andrea and the Bishop Blougram are about the only
intelligible sketches, to our poor apprehension, in the volumes; but
there is a pleasant glimmer of the author himself through the rent
and tortured fabric of his poetry, which commends him to a kindly
judgment; and, unlike those brothers of his who use the dramatic
form with an entire contravention of its principles, this writer of
rugged verses has a dramatic gift, the power of contrasting character,
and expressing its distinctions.
But altogether, not to go further into these characteristic
differences, they are a united and affectionate family this band of
poets, and chorus each other with admirable amiability; yet we
confess, for poetry’s sake, we are jealous of the Laureate’s
indisputable pre-eminence. It is not well for any man—unless he
chance to be a man like Shakespeare, a happy chance, which has
never happened but once in our race or country—to have so great a
monopoly; and it is a sad misfortune for Tennyson himself, that he
has no one to try his mettle, but is troubled with a shadowy crowd of
competitors eagerly contending which shall reflect his peculiarities
best.
For the manfuller voices are all busy with serious prose or that
craft of novel-writing which is more manageable for common uses
than the loftier vehicle of verse. True, there are such names as
Aytoun and Macaulay, and we all know the ringing martial ballad-
notes which belong to these distinguished writers; but Macaulay and
Aytoun have taken to other courses, and strike the harp no more.
And while the higher places stand vacant, the lower ones fill with a
crowd of choral people, who only serve to show us the superiority of
the reigning family, such as it is. It is a sad fact, yet we cannot
dispute it—poetry is fast becoming an accomplishment, and the
number of people in “polite society” who write verses is appalling.
Only the other day, two happy samples of Young England came by
chance across our path—one a young clergyman, high, high,
unspeakably high, riding upon the very rigging of the highest roof of
Anglican churchmanship, bland, smooth, and gracious, a bishop in
the bud; the other, his antipodes and perfect opposite, gone far
astray after the Warringtons and Pendennises—a man of mirth and
daring, ready for everything. They had but one feature of
resemblance—an odd illustration of what we have just been saying.
Both of them had modestly ventured into print; both of them were
poets.
And yet that stream of smooth and facile verse which surrounded
us in former days has suffered visible diminution. It is a different
kind of fare which our minor minstrels shower down upon that
wonderful appetite of youth, which doubtless cracks those rough-
husked nuts of words with delighted eagerness, as we once drank in
the sugared milk-and-water of a less pretending Helicon. After all,
we suspect it is the youthful people who are the poets’ best audience.
These heirs of Time, coming leisurely to their inheritance, have space
for song by the way; but in the din and contest of life we want a more
potent influence. If the poet has anything to say to us, he must even
seize us by the strong hand, and compel our listening; for we are very
unlike to pause of our own will, or take time to hear his music on any
weaker argument than this.
And he too at last has gone away to join his old long-departed
contemporaries, that old old man, with his classic rose-garland, from
the classic table, where generations of men and poets have come and
gone, a world of changing guests. He was not a great poet certainly,
and his festive, and prosperous, and lengthened life called for no
particular exercise of our sympathies; yet honour and gentle
recollection be with the last survivor of the last race of Anakim,
though he himself was not among the giants. The day has changed
since that meridian flush which left a certain splendour of reflection
upon Samuel Rogers, the last of that great family of song. Ours is
only a twilight kind of radiance, however much we may make of it. It
differs sadly from the full unclouded shining of that Day of the Poets
which is past.